“Ah!”
The thug clutched his bent leg and collapsed to the ground, tears welling in his eyes. It felt as if his shin had been smashed by a sledgehammer.
“This bastard actually fought back! Brothers, break his arms and legs!” Enraged by the situation, Zhang Zhuo, who was gripping the girl by the neck, roared furiously.
The other thugs who had come with their injured companion were equally incensed.
“You’re dead, you little shit!” one of them yelled, pulling out a knife from behind his waist and swinging it directly at Zhao Ran’s head!
However, Zhao Ran easily spotted the opening in his attack and dodged it.
Again, just one punch!
Crack!
The sound of breaking bone echoed through the air. The thug let out a wretched cry and crumpled to the ground, his body curling up like a shrimp.
Zhao Ran looked at his own fist, somewhat astonished. Ever since his stepmother had disciplined him and sternly warned him back in middle school, he hadn’t been in a fight. He never imagined he could still be this powerful.
A surge of adrenaline began to pump through Zhao Ran’s veins. The remaining thugs, terrified, stumbled backward. They hadn’t even seen how Zhao Ran threw his punches, yet two of their own were already on the ground, moaning and wailing like tortured ghosts.
“Friend, which gang are you with?” Zhang Zhuo asked, his eyelids twitching nervously after seeing Zhao Ran take down two of his men with just two punches. He spoke up quickly, trying to sound respectful.
So this piece of trash actually knows how to be scared?
Zhao Ran’s eyes fell on the girl whose neck Zhang Zhuo was still gripping. She was pressed pitifully against the wall, her pants torn open violently. Her cotton Kitty-themed panties had been yanked down halfway, pooled around her delicate, jade-like thighs. She desperately used both hands to cover the tantalizing, mysterious area between her legs, looking at Zhao Ran with pleading, helpless eyes.
In an instant, overwhelming rage erupted from Zhao Ran’s chest, spreading rapidly throughout his entire body. He felt his blood boiling with intensity.
What kind of man uses violence to bully a woman?
“Who’s your friend?” Zhao Ran spat contemptuously. He moved to shield the trembling high school girl and helped pull her cotton panties back into place.
His fingers brushed against the girl’s smooth, soft skin. Her face flushed deep red with embarrassment, but she immediately hid behind Zhao Ran, too afraid to look at the thugs.
Zhang Zhuo, who had been thrown to the ground with half his face swollen, stared at Zhao Ran in sheer terror. Zhao Ran’s reflexes were so sharp—how could these street thugs, who fought all the time, not understand what they were up against?
“W-we apologize, sir! We were wrong! W-we’ll take our leave now!” Zhang Zhuo scrambled to his feet and tried to flee with his crew.
“Who said you could leave? Every single one of you, stay right where you are!” Zhao Ran let out a cold laugh. He stood firmly in front of Zhang Zhuo, whose face was now swollen on both sides, making him look like a bloated pig. “You think you can just run away after doing something like this?”
All the thugs were trembling, too frightened to utter a word.
“Y-yes, sir… ” Pig-faced Zhang Zhuo didn’t dare argue. He could only watch helplessly as Zhao Ran made a call to the police. “Hello? There’s an attempted sexual assault on Changqing Road. The perpetrators have been subdued. Send someone over.”
Soon, a police car arrived with sirens blaring. Several officers stepped out, and after understanding the situation, they took all the thugs away. Zhao Ran and the girl also went to the police station to give their statements before finally leaving.